Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.